As you sit toward the downside.
The dosage you take,
Is nearly a percent of the hate,
Ill see and wait,
But surely you will close the gate.
Heaven and hell will bring define,
And you will wonder why.
You will ponder and sigh,
Thinking how, what if he died.
Bringing forth the prayers at the grave,
You will sit and place your hands as my slave,
My burial ground, casket, and face.
Is what you will have to feel,
To put you in you down, in your place.
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